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I’M NOT A POET – AT LEAST I KNOW IT

but i looooove those magnetic poetry thingies. you know, magnetic words that you order and place up on your refrigerator, you know, being all creative and shit, and thus, creating like, you know, POETRY.

anyway, for some reason, i love these kits. i’ve bought probably ten kits and given them as gifts to ... well, umm, probably ten people. or two kits each to five people. i don’t remember. but yesterday, STARBUCKS gave me one as a present – just for ME! actually, they gave it to bill when he went inside for our morning mochas. but he gave it to me. it’s so freaking cool! it was a magnetic sheet of precut, but unseparated, little, tiny words. so i spent all morning (at work) breaking up the sheet into the little tiny words. and they are tiny. not more than a ten point font i think. 74 little tiny magnetic words.

they now reside on the front panel of my right desk drawer. at first, it was just kind of a mess. i was trying to put together a coherent, CREATIVE, sentence. couldn’t. so i then organized them in columns. verbs, nouns, adjectives and adverbs, prepositions, pronouns, and conjunctions. much easier to construct sentences now.

i noticed – RIGHT AWAY – that some of the words – if used in a sentence CREATIVELY – could be construed as a little, well, umm, naughty -- and of course, i mean who wouldn’t? -- i set to creating some SLIGHTLY dirty clauses. and then i thought, this might not be an appropriate use of my work time. and what if the cleaning people think i’m trying to “communicate” with them?

so then i “created” this: “appreciate each day.” blech. so i started on the dirty stuff again. i’m not sharing those with you. create your own.

so, like any immature person, i got bored with that; but i figured i had to create SOMETHING. you know, what does it say about me just leaving it all organized and shit like that. NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT. but i was all created out, with all my dirty stuff and all, so i created this:

“recognize your beans.“

don’t really know what it means, but it’s grammatically correct.

Posted by Stacey at September 10, 2003 09:31 AM